Thou Lovely Source of True Delight

Thou love­ly source of true de­light

Whom I un­seen adore;

Unveil Thy beau­ties to my sight

That I may love Thee more.

Thy glo­ry o’er cre­ation shines;

But in Thy sac­red Word

I read in fair­er

bright­er lines

My bleed­ing

dy­ing Lord.

’Tis here

whene’er my com­forts droop

And sins and sor­rows rise

Thy love with cheer­ful beams of hope

My faint­ing heart sup­plies.

But ah

too soon

the pleas­ing scene

Is cloud­ed o’er with pain;

My gloomy fears rise dark be­tween

And I again com­plain.

Jesus

my Lord

my life

my light

O come with bliss­ful ray

Break ra­di­ant through the shades of night

And chase my fears away.

Then shall my soul with rap­ture trace

The won­ders of Thy love;

But the full glo­ries of Thy face

Are on­ly known ab­ove.